[fieldbox=Evangeline Pike, plum, solid, 0, TIMES NEW ROMAN]
Evie was fairly certain her soul had left her body, while the father of her unborn child choked to death on his lunch. Her child. It was an odd thing to say, an odd thing to think. Half the time she couldn't quite comprehend that there was anything there, save for the intense need to vomit and a slight bloat that was her uterus expanding. At least, that's what google said. She and google had become best friends over the past few weeks, as her mother was a hostile presence and her doctor was-, she needed a new doctor. If she stared in the mirror long enough she could half convince herself that she wasn't pregnant, but this was the first time she'd felt it. His gaze dropped to her stomach, and as though some remote part of her knew it was growing a piece of him, she felt it. And it unnerved her/
"Are you..." Okay? But he was soon done choking, and on to fumbling. Evie looked much like a deer that had wondered into someone else's garden, gazing at him with wide eyes and a slightly vacant expression. It was a miracle she managed to move into the chair, sitting down heavily, crossing and re crossing her legs while he..paced? Was he pacing, or was he lost? Should she say something? Her mouth would not move, and her brows were knit together when he finally returned with water.
She held it in her hand, but she did not drink it. Her stomach was far too unsettled for tap water, and she found herself setting the cup aside on a nearby desk. Honestly, she was afraid she would drop it in her own lap. Her hands didn't want to move any more than her mouth, and she nearly dropped the cup as he started rambling again with force. Ambushed. That was what she'd done, wasn't it? Evie winced at the words, looking more and more pained as his spiel went on. He called their unborn child a 'thing', and her mind immediately went to abortion. Would he suggest it? Her arms wrapped around her torso protectively, though she was unsure whether she was protecting the baby, or trying to hide it from his sight.
When he finally stopped rambling, she was unsure what to say. "Yeah. Uhm, my Dad-," she was a grown woman, why was she talking about her father? "You can just call me Evie. It's short for...you can call me that. Uhm..." Why did she sound so breathless? Was she going to hyperventilate? She re crossed her legs, tugging her skirt down towards her knee. She'd been walking around with his sperm inside her, but heaven forbid he see her thigh.
Oh, she was dizzy.
"It's malpractice, so I'm suing. I'm so sorry. I'm
so sorry." Why was she apologizing? It wasn't as though she'd stolen his sperm and ran with it, but her emotions were running high and...well, unstable. She felt very much like a student who had just gotten in trouble, and it didn't help that he was about seven feet tall. "I didn't mean to-, I didn't know if I should write you or not. But I did. That doesn't matter, I didn't mean to ambush you. I didn't come here to talk, really. I just wanted to..." To what? "To peek through your window and then go back to my desk and reply to your email. I don't want to do this to you at work. I don't want to do this at work." Standing rather abruptly, Evie wrapped her sweater around herself, as though he could see the problem growing inside her.
"We should get coffee or something. Are you free today? Or next month, whenever is good."[/fieldbox]